I can’t believe I let so many people down

By running my mouth and hurting them

  Whenever I’m around.

I should probably just go away

  And dissapear into the ground.

Maybe someday I can grow again

  Into something with more tact

That knows all the right things to say

  And the right way to act.

  But maybe the sun will wither me away

And everyone will go on,

  Wondering a little less everday,

“What ever happened to her?”